Salt Lake evening Democrat. [volume] (Salt Lake City, Utah) 1885-1887, 1887-01-13
CHAPTER XIV.
CAUGHT IN A TRAP.

IA CAUGHT IN n TRAP.
n Master and man rolled one above the
I0r and remained so long without mo-
u =, that had there been a witness to the
.ns he would have thought them dead.
q 1 TI'.sonade was the first to revive from
swoon. He was aroused by an acute
~. his ewes burned, and when he
,nsd them he found that Il multitude
mail foreign particles seemed to OBJ
',,rct his eyelids. After having rubbed
eom hard, he was no better off than
4 before ,,
II The pam il''u 'oo'o"ou' p"' nc coniu
+ M see at all.
i The thought that he had become blind
lane into his mind, but he began now
rcal tn. accident which he had met
q ftb and found that he was in the midst
utter darkness.
4 lIa stretched himself, rubbed his limbs
M found with lively satisfaction that
y py were almost as active as before his
IA: but his sides panied him, and his
4 spa1. which must have struck first, felt
Ia great weight on his bruised neck.
"a He was sitting up, and the soil around
4 Inn seemed to yield as though it were
+ iCt firm,
n Il have had the good luck to fall upon
+ and.bank, )" thought he.
4 Then, all at once, in the midst of his
Examination OF his body, the thought of
h master returned to him.
s Good heavens where is he?" ex-
4 laimed the good SOUL searching for him
Nth his hands
= He soon felt Il perfectly motionless
!. oiy beside him.
"lIe is dead !"
4 This despairing cry awoke the echoes
n the vault, and undoubtedly had the
INFECT Of rousing the chevalier from his
.EOOn, for he made slight motion.
1 Sir, sirr called out Cassonade, shak-
q b. him, care you hurt? Speak to me,
n beg Of you! 1t is I, Courapied"
4 Cambremer replied by II sharp cry
IStch vent to the heart OF the poor
E1ure
'What ais you, sir? Where are you
jrt?" repeated he, pressing him in his
lrms.
/ "Let go let go! You hurt me dread
5hllym said his master, in II faint voice.
"Ah! thank heaven you are alive, at
/ an eventsw
IN Alive, yes; but believe my Shout
Der is dislOcated, for am in great pain"
Cambremer began to tear his hair,
uttering q series OF oaths in which the
name Of BirOulas, the odious inhabitant
d the cavern occurred more than once.
"EIep me to rise," said Cambremer.
This was difficult matter, owing to
BE darkness and the softness OF the soil
. bnt the squire succeeded in accomplish
hgit
1T is the left shoulder" said the chev-
I ller, "and have 50 much dust in my
lhrOat and mouth that it almost stiles
BE-"
h $50 have l." Cassonade could not help
kPying; but he quickly reproached
{ Amseli for doing so, when his master
Eeded his care, and he began to support
4 hlm as carefully as he could.
Thanks, my friend, feel better"
4 2ld the latter, who had entirely recov-
B PEI the use OF his senses "but what
fnd Of precipice have we fallen from ?"
4 We have fallen into u cellar that is
= eialn; and Heaven knows how we
shaIl get out OF it,"
4 IT will not probably be as easy as
nlNng into it, but we must try"
All, the scoundrel the villain! |
1ew very well that this accursed bar
pk would bring US harm"
a Complaining does not do any good, )"
hd Cambremer, stoically; "let us look
TX door instead of mourning over what
hs happened"
4 How can we find it, sir, when it is as
efS pitch? Who knows whether we
+ raiI not fall into still deeper hole
4 'll n, We are cropping about"
say where you are then, il you are
fmS1, and | will look for an exit"
II lne chcvalier must have been insensi.
Il "A, 10 pain to think of motion in the con-
sI0l 10 which his fall had reduced him,
ra The undertaking seemed to have little
e rO'Pect OF success. But Cassonnde soon
+ pV .g,d cry Of joy.
y We are saved we are saved !" re.
ra'ed the husband of Petronille, rum
& Ua%S,nlg about in his pocket.
& why? what haye you foundP"
u a never thought of itw
ape, SPeak tell me what you mean"
we have light; we shall have light
4 Ts my matchbox !"
Ine effect followed the promise; Il
Dunu as oil Il bottle being uncorked fell
pIa ~, the cheyalier's ear, and blush
pT Tl III up the darkness.
iWe eN'grocer had made use Of II good
81 '"ic"tion, unknown at the present time
Il M uose distant days there were NJ
03nIlur matches, and man named Flu
n nIv Iao gwen France the phosphori'
'ooN, which contained n little via
II vase IaS5el made Of red pasteboard.
.u'e OF wood, with sulphur upon
b y WAS uIPped into carefully prepared
,o"' ana three times out Of ten it gay,
O@sonade had hit one of the luck,
n M oT SEa, lor his sulphur had caught, an,
lbo "Wpo 'IEcl Heaven for having crossed
M, oht Neul the evening before TO tn
j XIII, There tumade sold the preciou
mil, ,poNes, IN one Of the little shop
o, On" u stone, which have now disau
n "vu, pul which then stood ont from tn
Il EMrGpels OF the bridge.
. ibo sa'.! 'urk never comes singly," sal
AZURE - have my light, besides.
A ibo "" ne placed near the match one &
s Nbio[p packages Of thin, rolled candle
are Wv" are known rs "ccllar-rats," nm
I'M, " ,e as dark lanterns, the rcsu
4 pjo 'poa heaycns!" exclaimed CnssoI
"iUMI sight Of his master.
pycloimm'u' alis you2 You are all black !
HS,Uemed the latter.
. wov we You, sir; il did not know thu
ilc ioaS.9,G should not recognize you /
"'rlner mlly undcrstoOd the cnuS